There are these moments where I cease to exist.
Moments I dare not wish away.
Such like, a slight vulnerability we dare not display.
Though a lover may profess their love on any given day.
My crimes of the heart…
Dark and blistery.
And, lonely the roads I have chosen.
Chosen to stay within the refrain of the sane.
Triumphantly, no matter the luster…
Rear-view glances to all hereafters.
Are mine to define.
No fault moments…
Placed in the attic of my mind.